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Don’t worry, Doll. You’ll taste heaven before you walk with the dead. Was I dead? I had wanted to die. I remembered deciding that I was done with this life and done with the memories and ghosts that haunted me. I’d looked at the darkness below and prayed for it to swallow me whole. Spreading my arms wide, I stepped off the ledge and woke up in hell. At least, I thought it was hell. It was hard to tell anymore. My soul was ripped from my chest long before now, and my heart had stopped beating when the gavel banged, sentencing me to five years in prison. So what was this place?

Kirby wished for a new life, but the Devil sent her Cain. I knew what my calling in life was at a young age. I was the embodiment of death. The scent of blood and watching the life fade from something’s eyes was more delicious than any dessert. With my twin Abel by my side, we reveled in the pain of others and the knowledge that we were above it all. Not even the FBI could hunt us down. The one thing I hadn’t accounted for was Kirby and the unusual spark of emotion she created. Being a psychopath, I knew my range of emotions had always been limited.

My life seemed pretty perfect until I turned twelve. Then everything was destroyed with a fainting spell, a doctor's visit, and a diagnosis that rocked me to my core. Now at seventeen, I am being shipped to a new country and school with no support from my father. I'm facing a tangled web of lies and truths that will test and threaten to break me, but I've never been the type to back down. The Kings of Wayward Academy set their eyes on me, and the chess game begins.

Nothing much happens in a sleepy little town like mine. At least that is what I think until one night everything changes. People are disappearing at an alarming rate, but even more disturbing is how they end up on my table. I’m a coroner and no stranger to death, but even I wasn’t ready for the twisted game this killer plays. It turns personal when I awake to a gift and a note that says, He who wins a thousand common hearts is therefore entitled to some renown, but he who keeps undisputed sway over the heart of a coquette is indeed a hero.

Groomed from birth to take over the Cartel, darkness was all Dean knew. Except that he had no interest in running a gang, and even less in being the next El Chapo like his abusive father.

Being the archangel of selflessness got me kicked out of my home. I’d spent my entire existence guiding those to give of themselves and help their fellow angels. Even when Lucifer marched on Heaven’s gate, I once more attempted to get those I called family to see a better way. Sadly, Father didn’t see that and I was cast out of Heaven to be forever be trapped on Earth or worse in Hell.